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She said, "If it weren't for all this friction and you always dropping the ball, maybe we'd leave this dead-end town and get more famous than you'd ever dream" Having marble floors and Porches and our photos taken when we're sick of it all Never being able to visit friends or even to know the real ones from the rest Owning multiple homes Nicer than most people's primary home Never having to dust or eat supper at McDonald's Never dreaming of something just out of reach. . .
And I wonder, would we ever feel just a little guilty when we see a poor man on the street? But we don't have to worry about that, because of that friction and that whole me-dropping-the-ball thing. I guess I have dropped it multiple times. Don't tell her this, but she's dropped it more than a few times herself. But, that's what she said to me, to which I said, "Yeah, sorry."
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